Is it okay to be obsessed? Sometimes I wonder.
I’ve recently come to the conclusion that I am an obsessed person. Not with everything. God, I’d give anything to be obsessed with house cleaning, but nooo.
As a kid, I was obsessed with television shows. “The Partridge Family” comes to mind – I was a huge David Cassidy fan. Had to have every magazine his face was plastered on. Him and Bobby Sherman (yes, loved “Here Come the Brides”, too).
But TV and celebrities aside, ten years ago I was obsessed with owning a Toyota Celica. Read everything about it. I just had to have that car. Then I test drove it. That pretty much killed that obsession. Reality struck (I ended up buying a Nissan Altima instead – much more practical).
Besides with being obsessed with writing (and what writer isn’t?), now I’m obsessed with a bright yellow Nissan Xterra. I want one. And you know why? All because I wanted John (the character in my book) to have a bright yellow SUV. I nicknamed it “The Bumblebee” in my book and that’s what I call every yellow Xterra I see now.
I told my husband I need to test drive it so I can get rid of this obsession. But what if I love driving it? Then I’m doomed. I will have to get one. And I told my husband if I get published, I’m buying one.
There’s a problem, though. Nissan no longer makes them in yellow. 2008 was the last for that color. I’m heart broken. I want a yellow one.
So, am I strange? Or does everyone have an obsession every now and then?